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Mike
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was going through old boxes for his albums from the 60s, the Summer
of Love - the Airplane, Doors, Janis, James Taylor - searching for
the magic of those big square covers that once lined the walls of
his first apartment. Instead, he found another relic - the soft
saffron robe of his Hare Krishna period, now aged to a warm mahogany
color and made lacy by hungry moths. He remembered putting it on for
the first time, expecting to feel foolish and naked without his jeans,
but instead, experiencing a sense of freedom ... and peace.
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